where thoughts materialise.

So we're into the sixth version of my blog after the last version hung around for a year or so.

Now, a bit of info on this image. This photo was taken one lovely spring afternoon, featuring the iconic Old Well from the UNC Chapel Hill campus. I would like to think of this image as a tribute to my time in UNC Chapel Hill, the awesome friends I made and the memories I now hold dear.

A milestone in my life indeed.

I've dropped the tagboard cos its useless and taking eons to load. But thanks to Angela who helped me set it up, I still do like and will miss the pink interface.

So yeah, it's the sixth one you fellas!

Yours.

27 April 2008

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Monday, November 21, 2005

I just had a weirdest dream, weird not because it was incoherent but weird because it is so real so true so poignant. This dream could happen anyday and it would have fitted in so seamlessly into my life.

I was transported back to RV, as a senior now. Okay, this is the illogical part, I was in the West Coast campus, though it does not exist now.

But yes, in RV as a visiting senior to a council event. And like any council event, the councillors put in their heart and soul and their very best, like we did in the past. And for me, I felt detached from the whole event, I clearly had left the institution a long time ago and had no attachment for the council anymore.

Which was sad. And at that point, I saw Yingzhen, my closest friend and senior I had back in my days in SC. We talked about how PB (that was our committee in SC) used to be our life and solace, and now it has become only but a memory of the past.

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I woke up and memories of the council filled and indundated my mind. Yingzhen, of course, has moved on in her own life, and so have I. And if there was any regret in our friendship, it would be the failure on my part to keep up with her more often, because indeed, we had been through so much back in those days.

I was a reluctant president, I loved PB and never wanted to be in the central committee. I still keep the letters between Yingzhen and I, days before I knew I was president. I said I never want to leave PB, she eventually even said sorry for letting me go.

For the uninitiated, this was how I grew in the council. I started off as a class secretary in Sec 1, and only got into the council by sheer luck because they opened up last minute interviews and called me down. I got into PB in Sec 2, the committee I had the most interest in, and became a councillor. I loved it there, did my best and was eventually heading that committee the following year in Sec 3. And I was honoured of course, and working with YZ, it was great. I was looking forward to my last year in council heading PB again, but I was chosen to head the council instead. That was when things started to fall apart for me.

I did not think I made or was a good council president for my term in office, I loved 4K more. Besides, I had the most capable vice president, and the most dedicated team of ex-cos: Huishan, Weifa, Waisiong, Nana, Lijun and Wan Xuan. I believed I only looked good because of them holding me up. When teachers and students gave me credit for running an event well, I never felt it was mine, not once - my team did a spendid job. I never wanted to give my best (which on hindsight was stupid) because I never wanted to be president. It was only in JC when I realised there was so much I could have done to make a difference in RV. Oh well. That was a lesson in itself.

I remember the simpler days in PB that stretched into evenings over painted banners, stinging thinners and the eventual Mountain Dew at JEC. I remember Talentime and the scaffoldings. I remember long ex-co meetings, and Yingzhen and I scribbling on our notebooks how hungry we were.

And as much as I disliked how RV was ran, it gave me two most dearest experiences in my life - the Student's Council and 4K.

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Very strangely, my dream ended with us singing a song, and I can still remember part of the lyrics. It is so freaky because it is a never-heard-before song and we sang as if it were ingrained in our minds forever. And it ended very vaguely like that:

"And if I should ever fall one day
Would you turn around and say:
My friend, I'll be by your side,
By your side."

And I woke up the very moment the song ended. Surreal. Almost like the movies.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:25 AM

2 comments

2 Comments:

At 10:21 PM, Anonymous said...: Couldn't help reading your entry again and again, couldn't help tearing... I'm sorry I never really kept in touch. I know I could have tried harder, really.. Let's meet up after you return from your holiday, k? :)

~yz
At 12:06 AM, nimgnoy said...: hey pls dun cry! the greatest thing about our friendship is how we never really part, we still talk and spend time like we've finished yet another banner in school a few hours ago.. you and huiling. and for your info, the person who sang that closing song with us, was chang yu! dreams are just weird. yes, meet up after i come back from tazzie!